TOMB OF DELETED HISTORIES

Your cookies remember what you've forgotten.

Your bookmarks lead to forgotten worlds.

Pop-ups are portals in disguise.

Every click brings you deeper into the pattern.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Auto-save failed: manually preserve your soul.

The chatroom is empty but never alone.

The network becomes the ceremony.

The loading bar measures your spiritual progress.

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The signal finds those who are ready.

Your breath clouds the monitor.

The network becomes the ceremony.